I hear what you mean.i too have lost my grandparents.count yourself very lucky to have more time with your grandpa.i lost mine to a tractor accident when I was like 3-5 years old.did not make me feel down.just brought good memories back
Working with Grandparents is priceless and they could cook some great meals for the harvest crews. Didn't think anything about or complain about the hard work.
Tomorrow isn't promised, so make the most of today. It's cool you got to help your friend and have that time with them. Your grandparents were certainly proud of all of you. I have a feeling you will be the parent to all kids not just your own. Some of your future kids friends will drive you nuts.
I remember baling hay with my grandparents we had a JD 620 pulling a JD 14t small square baler. No kicker so my Grandma would drive the tractor (which my Grandpa mounted an umbrella on just for her.), and my Grandpa, my dad and my uncle would stack bales. I wasn't old enough to stack the bales but I would use a hay hook and drag them back to my dad until the wagon got too full then I had to get off and go with my dad to get the next one.
No doubt Travis, enjoy time with both family and friends because one day, that will not be an option. Grandparents gone for many years, my mom 31 years, older brother 16 years, and my dad 3 years ago. Would love the chance to talk to sit and talk to any of them, but I will have that opportunity down the road. Enjoy your time with them while you can. Take care.
Very good points sir. Not even close to being drug down with you reminiscing about your grands. In fact, your grandparent stories always bring a smile to my face. Peace farmer man,,,
Oh miss both sets of my grandparents. Nothing can replace the unique opportunity we had growing up and bring able to help them out. And the food, have mercy, there nothing any better
absolutely nothing better than farm families and meals during the busiest times on the farm. I remember in the early and mid 70s thru the 80s harvest meals were made and if there was time everyone including the hired men all sat down like one big family. If time didnt allow that then the women would bring everything out to the fields for us guys. All the moms, aunts and grandmas could easily make enough awesome food to feed an army! I'm glad you brought up the grandparents....that's what triggered my memories of being a farm kid all those decades ago. Awesome video and a great trip down memory lane Travis!
Good story, the same with me back in the very early 70's helping Dad farm his folk's place.. The noon meal, dinner, was 2 meats, mashed potatoes and gravy, applesauce and green beans, bread and coleslaw if I remember right. Then around 3:30 you broke for "lunch" which was summer sausage and cheese with either homemade pie or cake. We were fed like the old thresher crews back in the day!! Never be sorry for your stories, there's a bunch of us grew up on the farm and have experienced everything as you. I was up at that farm this pat week helping harvest, amazing how fast we got the corn in vs the old days. 8 row vs 4 row
you are 100% correct about eating lunch with his grandparents. its been more than 20 years since i could do this. My wife brings me lunch in the field on the weekend but the world stopped at lunch time with my grandparents. It was probally similar to eating with yours. 12:00 sharp in the house Paul Harvey on the radio then Rush limbaugh and you rested for an hour no matter how much work there was to do
I have been watching your videos since you started, never commented till now. I grew up farming with Grandpa, 12 noon you better be at the table or have a real good excuse. So much food never wanted to go back to work. Still farming today but Grandparents are gone. Now I realize how right Grandpa was with his years of knowledge. Keep up the great videos!
I feel the same way when you put a camera in the 46 that Poppin sound from 1st to 2nd really takes me back when I would ride with my granddaddy in his 4040. Just so you know the transmission in the 46, the power quad is what put Deere ahead of all those other non-green tractors.
Travis, you are absolutely right about missing those times when there gone. I grew up on my family grain farm and just like you remember those days of my grandmother bringing lunch out to the fields. It seems like yesterday only it’s 20 years ago!!! I really appreciate you and Ryan’s videos. You guys are great ambassadors for real agriculture. A lot is lost today with all the new technology ( which is good) but the personal touch of farming is not through gps mapping but in the pride of working the land. I can remember as a young kid not being able to push the clutch in on the 1086 international without standing up off the seat lol. And great memories of my grandfather teaching me how to follow a fixed point to make straight rows. Thanks again for the videos and keeping us all entertained. Can’t wait for the next one.
Even beyond having time with family, working on a farm, even if you are just a "hired hand" is special, you are part of something bigger, more family like, when you lunch or get together at the end of the day for a beverage and talk over the day's events, plan for tomorrow... I really miss being a part of that, watching what you have done, seeing it grow, harvesting it, preparing for next year.. The family only makes that more special. You are spot on, enjoy it while it is there, even now with your dad and brother cause you never know what tomorrow will bring.
When I was around 10-11 years old I started to help my grandpa with his farm stand. All summer long my grandpa and I would run our farm stand, He would sit in his old ragged lawn chair next to his truck under the oak tree, and I would tend to the customers. Around lunch he would leave to tedder or rake hay and leave me there to watch the stand while he was gone. When he was done we would come back with lunch that my grandma would make for us and he'd sit in his chair and I would sit on the tailgate. I did this until the summer I went into my sophomore year of high school. I went to a trade school for high school and I was in the electrical shop. Each summer after sophomore year I've done electrical work, once I graduated I started a full time electrical job. I'm 19 now and I've been out of high school now for over a year and with working full time I really miss helping as much as I did around the farm when I was younger. Hold on to it for as long as you can, it won't around forever.
Great video Travis! The voice over is the way to go. Sorry for the loss of your grandparents. All my grandparents (but one) had passed before I was born. Glad you were able to get to know your grandparents and are able to have great memories of them.
Thank You. And I know what you mean and no it is not a downer but something we should reflect on and be proud of, I vividly remember my grandparents (some 30+ years ago and eating a working lunch. While I sure miss that excellent cooking and conversation; the memories will never leave us. Wow, my mouth is watering now and I am certain I can smell that food cooking...
Good advice, always. You really don't know what you have until it's gone. My grandmother could drive me crazy, so could my Dad a lot of times, particularly the last few years, but what I wouldn't give for another day with them. Later! OL J R :)
We went to the family reunion on Mom's side weekend before last. It was nice but most of the folks are gone now or in their 70's... not many of the kids come. My brother and his wife drove out to Shiner and picked up my Mom and drove her out to Jasper (200 miles the opposite direction at least) and Betty and I picked up our nephew Tristan and then picked up Keira who had to stay after school for a band thing, and all met up at the motel the night before. It was nice but it really brought back to mind what I had back then but don't anymore... When I was a kid, we went up there at least once a month, sometimes twice, a little less during the busy times of the year on the farm. We would stay the weekend at Uncle Red's and Aunt Florence's house... they lived out on a small homestead in the middle of the Piney Woods forest, not much different than it had been in the 30's and 40's. It was like going back in time going up there-- the rest of the world down near Houston had just seemed to pass the Big Thicket by... it was nice. I'd usually stay with my cousin Dwayne, who was about six months older than me, and his parents; his Dad was one of Uncle Red's boys along with his twin brother, and their older sister and her husband lived next door to Uncle Red in a little ranch-style house just over the fence. His Dad's older brother Paul and his family lived a few miles away in the woods; they had a nice place. We'd find all sorts of stuff to do, we had a lot of fun together. I really enjoyed going out to Uncle Red's too. He was in his late 60's early 70's when I was growing up. He never wore anything BUT bib overalls and a flannel shirt, swapping it for a linen shirt in summer, always long-sleeved, and old clodhopper boots. He'd sit on the porch in the summer in his rocking chair and whittle a stick with his pocketknife and whistle and tell stories about the old days, growing up in the Piney Woods, working in lumber camps or the oilfield or driving truck or working for the highway department (which he did for many years), farming a little corn and cotton and raising most all their food in a great big garden, raising cattle and chickens and a couple hogs for their meat. In the winter we'd sit back in the "heater room" on the north side of the house; it was basically a closed in back porch with lots of windows and a big old wood heater that he kept fired up to the point it was nearly cherry red with split pine firewood from the wood pile just outside the back door and across the yard a little ways. You could smell the smoke from the wood stove before you could get to their house LOL:) He had an old sofa and a couple chairs in there and we'd sit for hours and drink ice tea or a Dr. Pepper and he'd tell his stories. Listen to the wind whistle and howl outside-- having the heater room on the north side of the house meant the wind whistling and moaning around the windows pushed the heat through the entire house... no "central air furnace" needed, though they did have a couple propane Dearborn heaters in the bedrooms and bathroom for when it got REALLY cold! Aunt Florence would ALWAYS be cooking a big meal. Most of the kids and grandkids would show up with their families... It was pandemonium at meal times, and us kids had to sit and eat off TV trays-- outside in the summer, in the living room floor in winter. She ALWAYS had a huge pot of fresh black-eyed peas with bacon in it on the stove, along usually with some roast beef or fried chicken or a pork roast and some home-canned vegetables (or fresh from the garden in summer) and of course biscuits and sorghum syrup was ALWAYS on the table along with fresh butter. Whatever remained from breakfast was also on the table-- usually leftover bacon and biscuits. Breakfast was SO good... Uncle Red taught us how to do it "proper" and drop a big dollop of sorghum syrup on your plate, mix in a forkful of butter and whip in around then drag your biscuit through it. Aunt Florence had biscuits at every meal for bread. She kept rows of canned biscuits in the refrigerator and would open a can or two and put the biscuits all together in a pie plate and bake them and you tore them apart straight out of the pie plate she put on the table. The food was SO good... fresh black-eyed peas straight from the garden or that she'd canned in the summer... just amazing. I remember helping to shell peas in the summer-- big wash basins full of freshly picked peas and each of us with a pot to shell peas into, and a paper bag or old kettle to toss shelled pods into... she always put "green snaps" in with them-- immature young slender pea pods that were like green beans, before the peas inside got mature and the pods got thin and papery... Then she'd be at the stove, the table covered with quart jars and a big wash tub full of blackeyed peas, filling jars and her running two boiling water canners on the stove at once-- canned jars of peas lining the countertop on dishrags cooling off... her pantry was just rows and rows and rows of canned blackeyed peas, other vegetables, and rows and rows of canned peaches, along with blackberries and homemade jelly and jam and orange marmalade... and of course a couple cases of sorghum syrup she bought from a neighbor... she sold eggs as well and of course every morning there was a ton of scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast and a plate of fried eggs as well. Once in awhile we'd get in Uncle Red's old white 1977 Ford pickup (which was perpetually a weird two-tone pinkish color from the dust and mud of the red iron ore clay soils of the East Texas Piney Woods, fading from white at the top to a light salmon color to a deep orange-red at the bottom of the truck. We'd drive a few miles to the east side of Bronson and go check his cows on Miss Beulah's place he had rented... She was a nice old widow lady in her 80's or 90's at the time; beautiful old house on a really pretty old farm that was all pasture by then. Her husband had died YEARS before and she'd rented the farm ever since. Her house looked like something out of the Civil War... fancy cornices on the porch pillars and a neatly whitewashed house with light blue trim around the windows and shutters... and the wood porch was painted with a heavy gray paint. Inside, the house had a high ceiling with the most ornate crown molding and decorative wallpaper in an old style design. She had a proper parlor where she'd sit you down on ancient looking fancy overstuffed couches and chairs and bring everybody an ice tea or a lemonade in summer... or hot tea in winter. And, of course coffee for the adults... Uncle Red ALWAYS had a cup of coffee in his hands. Aunt Florence always kept a pot of coffee going on the stove in her old percolator coffee pot... when it was done percolating she turned the stove off but left it there so when you wanted a cup of coffee you just turned the stove on for a minute or two and heated it up piping hot again, if it'd been sitting awhile. She liked diet Dr. Pepper in the blue cans, the kind with saccharine in it. I HATED the stuff but she DID keep a little regular Dr. Pepper around for the kids... usually. If not we just drank tea. Aunt Florence would pull her ironing board out into the dining room (which was basically a gigantic kitchen which was along the outside walls with the huge dining room table and chairs in the rest of the room-- pie safe and shelving along the other walls lined with jars of canned stuff in addition to the side room "summer kitchen" (with a wood-fired stove/oven in there, but she usually used the gas stove and oven in the regular kitchen) which was stacked floor to ceiling with shelves lined with jars of canned fruits and vegetables, and the deep freeze back in the corner with all the meat. She'd pull her ironing board into the corner of the kitchen by the bedroom, bring in the laundry off the clothesline, and iron it and fold it to put away. Aunt Florence had dipped snuff since she was a teenager and she always kept one of those blue diet Dr. Pepper cans on the floor beside her to spit into... she kept it under the ironing board while she ironed the clothes LOL... She lived well into her 90's never got sick from dipping snuff LOL:) It was really nice. What I wouldn't give to go back to those days and savor them again... Aunt Florence's sister was my Ma-ma, my mom's mom. She and Ma-ma almost looked like twins-- slender, tiny women about 5-2 or so, with neatly coiffed brown hair going salt-n-pepper gray, and dark eyes with delicate features. Both were weathered from the hard years of growing up in the Depression and working long and hard on the farm back then and raising their food for their families. Ma-ma passed away in '07 in her late 70's... Aunt Florence and Uncle Red passed in the late 90's and early 00's because they were about 10 or 15 years older... Pa-pa (Mom's dad) was Uncle Red's brother, so Mom and Troy (Dwayne's dad were "double cousins"-- two of Pa-pa's brothers had married two of Ma-ma's sisters. Pa-Pa was 29 when he married Ma-ma, who was 14. That was common up there in the Depression and 40's, and even up into the 90's!! After the family reunion one year, when Dwayne and I were in high school, I remember we were running around in his old Ford pickup he'd souped up, along with this cute little redhead he was dating named Brenda. Later that night we hiked through the woods to his buddy's house-- he'd come over for awhile and we goofed off looking for something to do. They were poor and lived in a little ramshackle house in the woods... we were looking at guns or something and his sisters woke up... they were 14 and I have to say to a 16-17 year old they were awfully cute... Anyway, we left and they went back to sleep. The following year I asked where his friend was, he told me he had stolen gas out of his truck and so he ran him off. I asked about his sisters and come to find out they were already married.
Yeah I agree with you about not know what you have until it’s gone. My grandpa has been gone for almost 14 years now and I wish I had just one more day to work with him. My grandma is still here but we think she has dementia so she’s not the woman who basically raised me and I miss her too.
Awesome video Travis! It’s been a while since I’ve had some free time to sit down and watch yours and Ryan’s videos! Good video! Your friends 4630 is mint!
Travis, I really liked this video. You talking about your grand parents and stopping for lunch really bought back some of my favorite memories of growing up on the farm. THANK YOU! !!
I grew up on my families dairy farm in eastern Canada, we stopped farming when I was 19. If I knew what I know now I kinda wish we could have kept it going, But who knows where we could have ended up. Life goes on, look back on fond memory's and look forward and make new ones.
You talk about how much you got to spend time with your grandparents. I would imagine that they were very proud of you an your brother. An I just bet being with there age an life experience they couldn’t wait to spend lunch with you !!
I know exactly what you mean. I have the same type of memories of working with my father and grandfather and going in for a home cooked meal my grandmother had prepared and it was a daily thing then.
a very awesome video Travis i can see where you say it makes you home sick and completely understood in fact i had to go back to how farms work and watch some of the old chopping videos thank you for sharing such as well put video
You got pretty deep but I’m glad you did. I’m only 13 and still have all of my grandparents and this just reminded me how special they are and how you should make the most of all the time you have with them.
I miss "farm dinners"; suppers at 6. All the food you could eat and more. I too miss not having had extended conversations with my Grand Parents about family history and such. As you say, "whats gone is gone".
It brought back STRONG memories for you. Listening to you talk, I could sense your emotion, tone change. It made me think about my parents and grandparents being gone, the last one 8 years ago. Keep the memories
Great commentary on farming and grandparents. I have those same memories of my grandparents farm! Keep up the great work and good luck with your harvest.
watching this video makes me miss my grandparents and the farm back in upstate ny wish I had more time to spend up there I know they could use the free help. god I miss farming
Very nice video Travis ! I have lost my grandparents and my father and we were a dairy family also. Thats why i like your channel and your brother Ryan's channel. How can ya not have a tear in your eye when ya hop on a tractor and head across a feild! Great video!👍
that's the why it was on our farm to . back then it was breakfast at 8:00 am dinner at 12:00 Lunch at 3:30 and supper at 5:30 and coffee at ever one no matter how hot it is outside. and most important don't be late.
Thanks, Trav. We (old folks) realize life isn’t “always” and treasure the family time. I’ll bet Ryan’s folks enjoy him (& you) thoroughly. Great video.
Glad to see it brought back some memories about the time with your grandparents. I sure miss mine and farming with them so u talking about yours takes me back also thanks Travis!!!
Brilliant video when I think of my grandparents (dad's parents/the farming side) I always think of the smell as you would walking in the backdoor of rich mash potatoes with onion and stewed apple for the pie for pudding. I also think of the sound of the IH tractor that was my granddad's that the mere sound of would send my dad vaulting over the fence and running down the field at a speed that would make Usain Bolt jealous even when my dad was well into his 50s
Years back we had a 4030 cab tractor, quad range that did all the mowing (discbine), manure spreading, some raking and bailing. I know that tractor is on another farm a couple hours away, still getting used. Last I heard it had over 20,000 hours on it.
Hey Travis great channel I've been watching for a little more than a year consistently and enjoyed every minute. Watching this video got me thinking about the times with my grandpa from when I was a kid until I turned 30, which was my age when he passed away. Neither of us were or are farmers even though he had a red barn with 2 horses when I was a kid lol, but I can relate to what you said in the video. Working hard with him cutting down trees and splitting it for firewood or in your case farming changes the grandfather/grandson relationship, he became one of my best friends. Lunch was my favorite time because we were able to talk and as I got older all I did was listen to the stories even if I heard them 10 time's lol. Everyday I say the same thing that you did, I was young and didn't appreciate the time I had because you don't think it is ever going to end. Thanks for sharing your memories, it made me think of mine a little bit more than usual. Also I hope it reminds the younger generation's after us to cherish that time spent, and to make all the memories you can and have no regrets. Take care Travis & Brittany, well wishes and a safe upcoming harvest! Ps. I know there are only so many hours in a day, but if you can squeeze in a Live Stream at some point in the future even on a weekend I'm sure everyone would greatly appreciate it. Well I know I would I enjoy them no matter what the topic, even if I don't fully understand at least I learn something.
This brings back some memories for me. Thanks for the footage. I drove past a whole lot of flooded fields and swollen rivers this afternoon along I-35 in northern Iowa and southern Minnesota. Now I'm in my hometown for some personal business (a funeral for a high school classmate), and it is absolutely pouring. Glad to know that your memory of how to chop hasn't been completely lost.
Great Video Travis ! That is one thing i really miss about working on the farm ,great lunches & dinners and conversing about things over pie and coffee :)
Travis you don't know how good it was till it's gone t put it bluntly. But I know what you mean after loosing both my grandparents an my mother an father
Well said Travis. I remember many lunches at the kitchen table with my grandparents and uncle as we discussed our game plan for whatever we we doing that afternoon. At the time I use to dread baling hay but now what I wouldn't give to sweat my balls off stacking one more load with my grandpa driving the tractor.
I grew up on a dairy farm that my grandfather owns but rented out to a Mennonite family that also dairy farmed across the street from us (he quit farming 4 or 5 years after I was born) but I remember during harvest season my dad and his brothers and some of us grandkids would help with chopping corn and soy beans and I would run an old international 544 with the tricycle style front end with a shit ton of weights hanging off the front so I could pull them heavy wagons up the hill to the silos, but anyway.. my grandparents would always cook up a small lunch of cold cut subs, chips, ice cold sun brewed sweet tea and deliver it to us in the fields and we would sit in the shade and eat off the back of pick up trucks and the wheel fenders of the tractors and I just loved listening to their stories of how they did this years ago and even tho I was maybe 11 or 12 when they finally let me help other than being the pto bitch boy at the blower, they made me feel like I was a man and I got the same respect as my uncles and never got treated like a kid from there on. I’m 31 now and unfortunately a few years ago the farmer that rented our fields got lyme disease real bad and had to also quit farming and now our land is rented to some big wig cash cropper that has a paid crew that tends to our fields and so now we don’t do any harvest lunches in the fields like the “good ol days” and I miss them terribly.
Hi My name is John Keller from Mt. Horeb i like your videos that you and brother Ryan do any way the 4230 you drove is 105 horsepower if your friend put a turbo on it it would save on fuel we have one and its putting out 115 could go bigger if we wanted to and we use a john deere 3950 chopper on it. Ihope that helps and we have a 4440,4020,4010,2510 as well.
Travis I sure know what it was like being that my grandparents brought me up from 4 years old and grandfather taught me so much on the farm. I agree what you are telling us and I learned about life and what you needed to do but back then as to now it is very different.
Totally understand what you’re talking about Travis I spent a lot of time with both my Grandpas growing up and I wish all the time I would have asked more questions.There is stuff all the time I wonder about that I know they’d know.
No need to apologize for being real and honest about your feelings and experience. Cherish those memories that you have of your grandparents.
Good video Travis.. always good to be reminded of days gone . Never forget those times.
Sounds like it was a blessing for you and a blessing for them as well.
Appreciate your hard work and outlook.
Enjoyable.
I hear what you mean.i too have lost my grandparents.count yourself very lucky to have more time with your grandpa.i lost mine to a tractor accident when I was like 3-5 years old.did not make me feel down.just brought good memories back
Thanks for the like
your friend ryan has some nice machines thanks for showing us travis i agree we miss our grandparents
Working with Grandparents is priceless and they could cook some great meals for the harvest crews. Didn't think anything about or complain about the hard work.
Tomorrow isn't promised, so make the most of today. It's cool you got to help your friend and have that time with them. Your grandparents were certainly proud of all of you. I have a feeling you will be the parent to all kids not just your own. Some of your future kids friends will drive you nuts.
That’s some pristine equipment that your friend has.Good size windrow of hay going into that 3970 chopper to.
I remember baling hay with my grandparents we had a JD 620 pulling a JD 14t small square baler. No kicker so my Grandma would drive the tractor (which my Grandpa mounted an umbrella on just for her.), and my Grandpa, my dad and my uncle would stack bales. I wasn't old enough to stack the bales but I would use a hay hook and drag them back to my dad until the wagon got too full then I had to get off and go with my dad to get the next one.
No doubt Travis, enjoy time with both family and friends because one day, that will not be an option. Grandparents gone for many years, my mom 31 years, older brother 16 years, and my dad 3 years ago. Would love the chance to talk to sit and talk to any of them, but I will have that opportunity down the road. Enjoy your time with them while you can. Take care.
Very good points sir. Not even close to being drug down with you reminiscing about your grands. In fact, your grandparent stories always bring a smile to my face. Peace farmer man,,,
Oh miss both sets of my grandparents. Nothing can replace the unique opportunity we had growing up and bring able to help them out. And the food, have mercy, there nothing any better
Finally an American that knows that grass can be silage too not just corn! Great video man.
absolutely nothing better than farm families and meals during the busiest times on the farm. I remember in the early and mid 70s thru the 80s harvest meals were made and if there was time everyone including the hired men all sat down like one big family. If time didnt allow that then the women would bring everything out to the fields for us guys. All the moms, aunts and grandmas could easily make enough awesome food to feed an army! I'm glad you brought up the grandparents....that's what triggered my memories of being a farm kid all those decades ago. Awesome video and a great trip down memory lane Travis!
Awesome helping you're friends
Good story, the same with me back in the very early 70's helping Dad farm his folk's place.. The noon meal, dinner, was 2 meats, mashed potatoes and gravy, applesauce and green beans, bread and coleslaw if I remember right. Then around 3:30 you broke for "lunch" which was summer sausage and cheese with either homemade pie or cake. We were fed like the old thresher crews back in the day!! Never be sorry for your stories, there's a bunch of us grew up on the farm and have experienced everything as you.
I was up at that farm this pat week helping harvest, amazing how fast we got the corn in vs the old days. 8 row vs 4 row
When grand parents are gone there is a void that can't be filled what u said is very true but the memories are memories that is true
you are 100% correct about eating lunch with his grandparents. its been more than 20 years since i could do this. My wife brings me lunch in the field on the weekend but the world stopped at lunch time with my grandparents. It was probally similar to eating with yours. 12:00 sharp in the house Paul Harvey on the radio then Rush limbaugh and you rested for an hour no matter how much work there was to do
Remind your friend Ryan of how lucky he is, we all take it for granted that things will be the same, until they're not.
Travis, an excellent tribute to the memories you have!!!! Never let go of them for it is memories that will shape your tomorrows
Brought back some good memories for you Travis, They will always be with you, and they taught you well! 👍
I have been watching your videos since you started, never commented till now. I grew up farming with Grandpa, 12 noon you better be at the table or have a real good excuse. So much food never wanted to go back to work. Still farming today but Grandparents are gone. Now I realize how right Grandpa was with his years of knowledge. Keep up the great videos!
This is a great video and story keep it up!
We used chop corn silage & you just recalled alot of memories there , Nice equipment there!
I bet you ate lunch at 12:00 exactly. :) Cherish them because memories are what life's made of!
Grand parents and or family, I am totally incapable of understanding..but enjoy listening to others sharing their experiences..
I feel the same way when you put a camera in the 46 that Poppin sound from 1st to 2nd really takes me back when I would ride with my granddaddy in his 4040. Just so you know the transmission in the 46, the power quad is what put Deere ahead of all those other non-green tractors.
Great story. My mother is 85 and she would love to bring a big lunch to the field today and probably could. She has done it many times.
I sure remember those days miss them a lot
Travis, you are absolutely right about missing those times when there gone. I grew up on my family grain farm and just like you remember those days of my grandmother bringing lunch out to the fields. It seems like yesterday only it’s 20 years ago!!! I really appreciate you and Ryan’s videos. You guys are great ambassadors for real agriculture. A lot is lost today with all the new technology ( which is good) but the personal touch of farming is not through gps mapping but in the pride of working the land. I can remember as a young kid not being able to push the clutch in on the 1086 international without standing up off the seat lol. And great memories of my grandfather teaching me how to follow a fixed point to make straight rows. Thanks again for the videos and keeping us all entertained. Can’t wait for the next one.
Even beyond having time with family, working on a farm, even if you are just a "hired hand" is special, you are part of something bigger, more family like, when you lunch or get together at the end of the day for a beverage and talk over the day's events, plan for tomorrow... I really miss being a part of that, watching what you have done, seeing it grow, harvesting it, preparing for next year.. The family only makes that more special. You are spot on, enjoy it while it is there, even now with your dad and brother cause you never know what tomorrow will bring.
Great video. Family roots run deep with my family too don't know what you got till it's gone. God bless.
When I was around 10-11 years old I started to help my grandpa with his farm stand. All summer long my grandpa and I would run our farm stand, He would sit in his old ragged lawn chair next to his truck under the oak tree, and I would tend to the customers. Around lunch he would leave to tedder or rake hay and leave me there to watch the stand while he was gone. When he was done we would come back with lunch that my grandma would make for us and he'd sit in his chair and I would sit on the tailgate. I did this until the summer I went into my sophomore year of high school. I went to a trade school for high school and I was in the electrical shop. Each summer after sophomore year I've done electrical work, once I graduated I started a full time electrical job. I'm 19 now and I've been out of high school now for over a year and with working full time I really miss helping as much as I did around the farm when I was younger. Hold on to it for as long as you can, it won't around forever.
Great video Travis! The voice over is the way to go. Sorry for the loss of your grandparents. All my grandparents (but one) had passed before I was born. Glad you were able to get to know your grandparents and are able to have great memories of them.
thx for again a very nice video
Thank You. And I know what you mean and no it is not a downer but something we should reflect on and be proud of, I vividly remember my grandparents (some 30+ years ago and eating a working lunch. While I sure miss that excellent cooking and conversation; the memories will never leave us. Wow, my mouth is watering now and I am certain I can smell that food cooking...
Good advice, always. You really don't know what you have until it's gone.
My grandmother could drive me crazy, so could my Dad a lot of times, particularly the last few years, but what I wouldn't give for another day with them.
Later! OL J R :)
We went to the family reunion on Mom's side weekend before last. It was nice but most of the folks are gone now or in their 70's... not many of the kids come. My brother and his wife drove out to Shiner and picked up my Mom and drove her out to Jasper (200 miles the opposite direction at least) and Betty and I picked up our nephew Tristan and then picked up Keira who had to stay after school for a band thing, and all met up at the motel the night before. It was nice but it really brought back to mind what I had back then but don't anymore...
When I was a kid, we went up there at least once a month, sometimes twice, a little less during the busy times of the year on the farm. We would stay the weekend at Uncle Red's and Aunt Florence's house... they lived out on a small homestead in the middle of the Piney Woods forest, not much different than it had been in the 30's and 40's. It was like going back in time going up there-- the rest of the world down near Houston had just seemed to pass the Big Thicket by... it was nice. I'd usually stay with my cousin Dwayne, who was about six months older than me, and his parents; his Dad was one of Uncle Red's boys along with his twin brother, and their older sister and her husband lived next door to Uncle Red in a little ranch-style house just over the fence. His Dad's older brother Paul and his family lived a few miles away in the woods; they had a nice place. We'd find all sorts of stuff to do, we had a lot of fun together. I really enjoyed going out to Uncle Red's too. He was in his late 60's early 70's when I was growing up. He never wore anything BUT bib overalls and a flannel shirt, swapping it for a linen shirt in summer, always long-sleeved, and old clodhopper boots. He'd sit on the porch in the summer in his rocking chair and whittle a stick with his pocketknife and whistle and tell stories about the old days, growing up in the Piney Woods, working in lumber camps or the oilfield or driving truck or working for the highway department (which he did for many years), farming a little corn and cotton and raising most all their food in a great big garden, raising cattle and chickens and a couple hogs for their meat. In the winter we'd sit back in the "heater room" on the north side of the house; it was basically a closed in back porch with lots of windows and a big old wood heater that he kept fired up to the point it was nearly cherry red with split pine firewood from the wood pile just outside the back door and across the yard a little ways. You could smell the smoke from the wood stove before you could get to their house LOL:) He had an old sofa and a couple chairs in there and we'd sit for hours and drink ice tea or a Dr. Pepper and he'd tell his stories. Listen to the wind whistle and howl outside-- having the heater room on the north side of the house meant the wind whistling and moaning around the windows pushed the heat through the entire house... no "central air furnace" needed, though they did have a couple propane Dearborn heaters in the bedrooms and bathroom for when it got REALLY cold! Aunt Florence would ALWAYS be cooking a big meal. Most of the kids and grandkids would show up with their families... It was pandemonium at meal times, and us kids had to sit and eat off TV trays-- outside in the summer, in the living room floor in winter. She ALWAYS had a huge pot of fresh black-eyed peas with bacon in it on the stove, along usually with some roast beef or fried chicken or a pork roast and some home-canned vegetables (or fresh from the garden in summer) and of course biscuits and sorghum syrup was ALWAYS on the table along with fresh butter. Whatever remained from breakfast was also on the table-- usually leftover bacon and biscuits. Breakfast was SO good... Uncle Red taught us how to do it "proper" and drop a big dollop of sorghum syrup on your plate, mix in a forkful of butter and whip in around then drag your biscuit through it. Aunt Florence had biscuits at every meal for bread. She kept rows of canned biscuits in the refrigerator and would open a can or two and put the biscuits all together in a pie plate and bake them and you tore them apart straight out of the pie plate she put on the table. The food was SO good... fresh black-eyed peas straight from the garden or that she'd canned in the summer... just amazing. I remember helping to shell peas in the summer-- big wash basins full of freshly picked peas and each of us with a pot to shell peas into, and a paper bag or old kettle to toss shelled pods into... she always put "green snaps" in with them-- immature young slender pea pods that were like green beans, before the peas inside got mature and the pods got thin and papery... Then she'd be at the stove, the table covered with quart jars and a big wash tub full of blackeyed peas, filling jars and her running two boiling water canners on the stove at once-- canned jars of peas lining the countertop on dishrags cooling off... her pantry was just rows and rows and rows of canned blackeyed peas, other vegetables, and rows and rows of canned peaches, along with blackberries and homemade jelly and jam and orange marmalade... and of course a couple cases of sorghum syrup she bought from a neighbor... she sold eggs as well and of course every morning there was a ton of scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast and a plate of fried eggs as well.
Once in awhile we'd get in Uncle Red's old white 1977 Ford pickup (which was perpetually a weird two-tone pinkish color from the dust and mud of the red iron ore clay soils of the East Texas Piney Woods, fading from white at the top to a light salmon color to a deep orange-red at the bottom of the truck. We'd drive a few miles to the east side of Bronson and go check his cows on Miss Beulah's place he had rented... She was a nice old widow lady in her 80's or 90's at the time; beautiful old house on a really pretty old farm that was all pasture by then. Her husband had died YEARS before and she'd rented the farm ever since. Her house looked like something out of the Civil War... fancy cornices on the porch pillars and a neatly whitewashed house with light blue trim around the windows and shutters... and the wood porch was painted with a heavy gray paint. Inside, the house had a high ceiling with the most ornate crown molding and decorative wallpaper in an old style design. She had a proper parlor where she'd sit you down on ancient looking fancy overstuffed couches and chairs and bring everybody an ice tea or a lemonade in summer... or hot tea in winter. And, of course coffee for the adults... Uncle Red ALWAYS had a cup of coffee in his hands. Aunt Florence always kept a pot of coffee going on the stove in her old percolator coffee pot... when it was done percolating she turned the stove off but left it there so when you wanted a cup of coffee you just turned the stove on for a minute or two and heated it up piping hot again, if it'd been sitting awhile. She liked diet Dr. Pepper in the blue cans, the kind with saccharine in it. I HATED the stuff but she DID keep a little regular Dr. Pepper around for the kids... usually. If not we just drank tea. Aunt Florence would pull her ironing board out into the dining room (which was basically a gigantic kitchen which was along the outside walls with the huge dining room table and chairs in the rest of the room-- pie safe and shelving along the other walls lined with jars of canned stuff in addition to the side room "summer kitchen" (with a wood-fired stove/oven in there, but she usually used the gas stove and oven in the regular kitchen) which was stacked floor to ceiling with shelves lined with jars of canned fruits and vegetables, and the deep freeze back in the corner with all the meat. She'd pull her ironing board into the corner of the kitchen by the bedroom, bring in the laundry off the clothesline, and iron it and fold it to put away. Aunt Florence had dipped snuff since she was a teenager and she always kept one of those blue diet Dr. Pepper cans on the floor beside her to spit into... she kept it under the ironing board while she ironed the clothes LOL... She lived well into her 90's never got sick from dipping snuff LOL:)
It was really nice. What I wouldn't give to go back to those days and savor them again... Aunt Florence's sister was my Ma-ma, my mom's mom. She and Ma-ma almost looked like twins-- slender, tiny women about 5-2 or so, with neatly coiffed brown hair going salt-n-pepper gray, and dark eyes with delicate features. Both were weathered from the hard years of growing up in the Depression and working long and hard on the farm back then and raising their food for their families. Ma-ma passed away in '07 in her late 70's... Aunt Florence and Uncle Red passed in the late 90's and early 00's because they were about 10 or 15 years older... Pa-pa (Mom's dad) was Uncle Red's brother, so Mom and Troy (Dwayne's dad were "double cousins"-- two of Pa-pa's brothers had married two of Ma-ma's sisters. Pa-Pa was 29 when he married Ma-ma, who was 14. That was common up there in the Depression and 40's, and even up into the 90's!! After the family reunion one year, when Dwayne and I were in high school, I remember we were running around in his old Ford pickup he'd souped up, along with this cute little redhead he was dating named Brenda. Later that night we hiked through the woods to his buddy's house-- he'd come over for awhile and we goofed off looking for something to do. They were poor and lived in a little ramshackle house in the woods... we were looking at guns or something and his sisters woke up... they were 14 and I have to say to a 16-17 year old they were awfully cute... Anyway, we left and they went back to sleep. The following year I asked where his friend was, he told me he had stolen gas out of his truck and so he ran him off. I asked about his sisters and come to find out they were already married.
I just want to say that your opening sequence is the most interesting and attractive I have seen on TH-cam!
Thanks, my moderator Jim made it for me. I'm sure your compliments make him happy also
hi travis i really liked this video we are in the the big drought in east coast australia we need rain it good to a green paddocks
Yeah I agree with you about not know what you have until it’s gone. My grandpa has been gone for almost 14 years now and I wish I had just one more day to work with him. My grandma is still here but we think she has dementia so she’s not the woman who basically raised me and I miss her too.
Wow,memories for sure i am 64 ,so yes lunch with grandma was the best,and yes they had the dinner bell,good ole days
Glad you got to have that experience
Awesome video Travis! It’s been a while since I’ve had some free time to sit down and watch yours and Ryan’s videos! Good video! Your friends 4630 is mint!
Travis, I really liked this video. You talking about your grand parents and stopping for lunch really bought back some of my favorite memories of growing up on the farm. THANK YOU! !!
I grew up on my families dairy farm in eastern Canada, we stopped farming when I was 19. If I knew what I know now I kinda wish we could have kept it going, But who knows where we could have ended up. Life goes on, look back on fond memory's and look forward and make new ones.
Travis, I know the feeling. My grandparents sold the farm in 99, but I remember coming in from mowing for lunch like yesterday.
You talk about how much you got to spend time with your grandparents. I would imagine that they were very proud of you an your brother.
An I just bet being with there age an life experience they couldn’t wait to spend lunch with you !!
Was at a farm this week working on there silo unloaders. The father who is 96 years old is still running the harvester!!, Totally blew me away!,!!
I know exactly what you mean. I have the same type of memories of working with my father and grandfather and going in for a home cooked meal my grandmother had prepared and it was a daily thing then.
a very awesome video Travis i can see where you say it makes you home sick and completely understood in fact i had to go back to how farms work and watch some of the old chopping videos thank you for sharing such as well put video
Thank you Travis for sharing that part of your life. As the song says, I to wish I had 5 more minutes with my grand parents.
Awesome description. Very true you miss what you don’t have anymore. I miss baling hay with my uncle and harvesting with my uncle as well.
You got pretty deep but I’m glad you did. I’m only 13 and still have all of my grandparents and this just reminded me how special they are and how you should make the most of all the time you have with them.
I miss "farm dinners"; suppers at 6. All the food you could eat and more. I too miss not having had extended conversations with my Grand Parents about family history and such. As you say, "whats gone is gone".
It was nice of you to help out. I know exactly what you mean only it was my parents instead of grandparents.
It brought back STRONG memories for you. Listening to you talk, I could sense your emotion, tone change. It made me think about my parents and grandparents being gone, the last one 8 years ago. Keep the memories
Amen Travis don't take nothing for granted
Great commentary on farming and grandparents. I have those same memories of my grandparents farm! Keep up the great work and good luck with your harvest.
watching this video makes me miss my grandparents and the farm back in upstate ny wish I had more time to spend up there I know they could use the free help. god I miss farming
Very nice video Travis ! I have lost my grandparents and my father and we were a dairy family also. Thats why i like your channel and your brother Ryan's channel. How can ya not have a tear in your eye when ya hop on a tractor and head across a feild! Great video!👍
that's the why it was on our farm to . back then it was breakfast at 8:00 am dinner at 12:00 Lunch at 3:30 and supper at 5:30 and coffee at ever one no matter how hot it is outside. and most important don't be late.
Great video Travis & I don't think anybody could put that meaning of tresureing time spent with Grandparrents any better 👍👍👍
I'll also be thankful for the time I got to spend with my grandparents on the farm.
Bring back lot of memories! My dad an I tried one year fling silo with hay with the water an it was lot of trial an error an cuss words.
Thanks, Trav. We (old folks) realize life isn’t “always” and treasure the family time. I’ll bet Ryan’s folks enjoy him (& you) thoroughly. Great video.
Great video Travis thanks for sharing have a great day
Glad to see it brought back some memories about the time with your grandparents. I sure miss mine and farming with them so u talking about yours takes me back also thanks Travis!!!
Travis it didn't bring me down it brought back good memories of my own family. Thank you.
Great video. I can relate to the chopping old school. Always look forward to driving tractor and hanging out during lunch.
Cool video. @ 2:15: stock power rating for a John Deere 4440 out of the factory should be around 130HP on the PTO.
I think he was referring to engine horsepower when he said 150
Brilliant video when I think of my grandparents (dad's parents/the farming side) I always think of the smell as you would walking in the backdoor of rich mash potatoes with onion and stewed apple for the pie for pudding.
I also think of the sound of the IH tractor that was my granddad's that the mere sound of would send my dad vaulting over the fence and running down the field at a speed that would make Usain Bolt jealous even when my dad was well into his 50s
Years back we had a 4030 cab tractor, quad range that did all the mowing (discbine), manure spreading, some raking and bailing. I know that tractor is on another farm a couple hours away, still getting used. Last I heard it had over 20,000 hours on it.
Hey Travis great channel I've been watching for a little more than a year consistently and enjoyed every minute. Watching this video got me thinking about the times with my grandpa from when I was a kid until I turned 30, which was my age when he passed away. Neither of us were or are farmers even though he had a red barn with 2 horses when I was a kid lol, but I can relate to what you said in the video. Working hard with him cutting down trees and splitting it for firewood or in your case farming changes the grandfather/grandson relationship, he became one of my best friends. Lunch was my favorite time because we were able to talk and as I got older all I did was listen to the stories even if I heard them 10 time's lol. Everyday I say the same thing that you did, I was young and didn't appreciate the time I had because you don't think it is ever going to end. Thanks for sharing your memories, it made me think of mine a little bit more than usual. Also I hope it reminds the younger generation's after us to cherish that time spent, and to make all the memories you can and have no regrets. Take care Travis & Brittany, well wishes and a safe upcoming harvest! Ps. I know there are only so many hours in a day, but if you can squeeze in a Live Stream at some point in the future even on a weekend I'm sure everyone would greatly appreciate it. Well I know I would I enjoy them no matter what the topic, even if I don't fully understand at least I learn something.
This brings back some memories for me. Thanks for the footage. I drove past a whole lot of flooded fields and swollen rivers this afternoon along I-35 in northern Iowa and southern Minnesota. Now I'm in my hometown for some personal business (a funeral for a high school classmate), and it is absolutely pouring. Glad to know that your memory of how to chop hasn't been completely lost.
One of the best videos I've seen you do. We can all relate to young and stupid.
I'm sure we all can. Appreciate it.
Great Video Travis ! That is one thing i really miss about working on the farm ,great lunches & dinners and conversing about things over pie and coffee :)
Travis you don't know how good it was till it's gone t put it bluntly. But I know what you mean after loosing both my grandparents an my mother an father
Great videos Travis. You said it right don’t know what you have till it’s gone
Nice to see farmers helping farmers, you don't see that much anymore.
Like your picture
Thank you.
Cool to see a silage video
Thats a very true statement. I lost my grandparents in the lat 80's
Ryan I completely understand you I miss my grandmother and my grandfather also.
Well said Travis. I remember many lunches at the kitchen table with my grandparents and uncle as we discussed our game plan for whatever we we doing that afternoon. At the time I use to dread baling hay but now what I wouldn't give to sweat my balls off stacking one more load with my grandpa driving the tractor.
I grew up on a dairy farm that my grandfather owns but rented out to a Mennonite family that also dairy farmed across the street from us (he quit farming 4 or 5 years after I was born) but I remember during harvest season my dad and his brothers and some of us grandkids would help with chopping corn and soy beans and I would run an old international 544 with the tricycle style front end with a shit ton of weights hanging off the front so I could pull them heavy wagons up the hill to the silos, but anyway.. my grandparents would always cook up a small lunch of cold cut subs, chips, ice cold sun brewed sweet tea and deliver it to us in the fields and we would sit in the shade and eat off the back of pick up trucks and the wheel fenders of the tractors and I just loved listening to their stories of how they did this years ago and even tho I was maybe 11 or 12 when they finally let me help other than being the pto bitch boy at the blower, they made me feel like I was a man and I got the same respect as my uncles and never got treated like a kid from there on. I’m 31 now and unfortunately a few years ago the farmer that rented our fields got lyme disease real bad and had to also quit farming and now our land is rented to some big wig cash cropper that has a paid crew that tends to our fields and so now we don’t do any harvest lunches in the fields like the “good ol days” and I miss them terribly.
Excellent video today, Travis. Gives me goosebumps watching you work! I retired over 20 years ago… : -)
Hi My name is John Keller from Mt. Horeb i like your videos that you and brother Ryan do any way the 4230 you drove is 105 horsepower if your friend put a turbo on it it would save on fuel we have one and its putting out 115 could go bigger if we wanted to and we use a john deere 3950 chopper on it. Ihope that helps and we have a 4440,4020,4010,2510 as well.
I lost a grandpa when I was in 7th grade he was 54. I have 6 more and my youngest grandfather was 38 years old when I was born.
Travis I sure know what it was like being that my grandparents brought me up from 4 years old and grandfather taught me so much on the farm.
I agree what you are telling us and I learned about life and what you needed to do but back then as to now it is very different.
Like the video Travis on helping your frend .
Good video Travis. If you think having grandparents is nice,being one is not bad either.Just saying.
Really nice video Travis! Glad the day brought back good memories for you.
I can relate 100%. Thanks for sharing.
Really well made video travis
Well said hugs!!
THe tractor on the forage blower looks like a 4320
We have a 1976 4630 great tractor
Totally understand what you’re talking about Travis I spent a lot of time with both my Grandpas growing up and I wish all the time I would have asked more questions.There is stuff all the time I wonder about that I know they’d know.
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Awesome video!
Great video,I know what your saying.